From across the dunes
You can smell the bay
Its salted mischief
Waves at play
Their white tips break
In rolling display
The fishing boats
Seek their pay.
The old wreck
A skeletoned frame
Missing ribs
Its silent grave
The high sails
A memory gone
Each breaker hits
Green algae in sun.
Lonesome tide pools
Where children play
Laughter swoons
Throughout the day
Chasing crabs
A starfish found
Water to ankles
Wet shoes sound.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Ah the secrets of the ocean, maybe there is also some treasure close by, a lovely image I have reminds me of home. 🌹
thanking you for reading, always much appreciated
Descriptive and full of images this poem speaks to the familiarity and memories of such a place. It tells of gaiety and brightness. Lovely
most kind thanks and appreciation
Always welcome Norman
Norman, what a wonderfully vivid coastal poem. This carried me straight to the shoreline…the salt air, weathered history, and childhood joy all alive together. Beautiful write, my friend. 🌊⚓🐚🖤🙏
thanking you , most kind comments, much appreciated
The dunes and the wind and the sun! These were and are the days 🕊️🙏🏻
beautiful memories, thanking you much appreciated
Most welcome, friend 🕊️🙏🏻
Nicely written
much appreciated, thanking you
That reminds me of the flemish coast ...
thanks for read my friend, your comments always appreciated
A nicely detailed and descriptive piece of poetry ✌️👍
most kind, thanking you much appreciated
Welcome 🙏🏼
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